(y/n = your name)
"hey y/n, it's about time to go."
you heard sam's voice from outside the door.
"alright, i'll be right there." you called softly, wiping half-dried tears from your cheeks.
"y/n? are you okay?" sam was still in the hall.
"yeah, i'm fine." your voice broke, clearly signaling that you were definitely not okay.
"i'm coming in, y/n."
the door opened and sam stepped in, dressed in all black.
you and the boys were headed to a funeral. a funeral for your best friend, charlie bradbury.
sam saw your crumpled figure sitting in the corner, shoulders heaving from quiet sobs.
he immediately sat next to you and pulled you into a tight embrace.
"i know this hurts. we can get through it together." sam's voice was muffled by your hair. silent tears dripped from his eyes.
you cried until you couldn't breathe.
"she's gone, sam. she's really gone." you lifted your head up to meet sam's eyes. "i don't want her to be gone! she can't be gone forever."
sam swiped his thumbs gently underneath your eyes, wiping away the leftover tears.
"it'll be okay, y/n. she's in a better place."
you buried your face into sam's chest and he held you until you calmed down.
you took several shaky breaths before getting up.
at the funeral, you sat in between sam and dean. dean was stone-faced as normal, but you knew behind his emotionless green eyes, he was crying just as hard as you did.
